On which the Getes and Sauramates confine My nature does not with the soile agree The air and water does seem strange to me My shelter poor my diet here is bad No health-estoring physick can be had No friend to comfort me who will assay With some discourse to pass the time away But here upon my bed of sickness cast I think of many things which now are past And thou my dearest wife above the rest Dost hold the chiefest place within my breast Thy absent name is mentiond still by me And every day and night I think on thee Sometimes I speak things without sense or wit That I may name thee in my frantick fit If I should swound and that no heating wine Could give life to this faultring tongue of mine To hear of thy approach would make me live Thy very presence would new vigor give Thus I most doubtful of life an grown But thou perhaps liv'st merrily at home No I dare say that thou my dearest wife Dost in my absence lead a mourning life Yet if the number of my years de done And that my hasty thread of life is spun You Gods you might with ease have let me have Within my native land a happy grave If that you would have let my death prevent My fatal journey unto banishment Then had I dy'd in my integrity But now I here a banish'd man must dye And shall I here resigne my weary breath The place makes me unhappy in my death Upon my bed I shall not fall asleep And none upon my Coffin here shall weep Nor shall my wives tears while that they do fall Upon my face me unto life recal I shall not make my will nor with sad cries No friendly hand shall close my dying eies Without a Tomb or Funeral I shall be While as the barbarous earth doth cover me Which when thou hearest be not with grief opprest Nor do not thou for sorrow beat thy breast Why shoudst thou wring thy tender hands in vain Or call upon thy wretched husbands name Tear not thy cheeks nor cut thy hair for me For I am not good wife now took from thee When I was banisht then I dy'd alass For banishment then death more heavy was Now I would have thee to rejoyce good wife Since all my grief is ended with my life And bear thy sorrows with a valiant heart Mis-haps have taught thee how to play thy part And with my body may my soul expire That so no part may scape the greedy fire For if to Pythagoras we may credit give Who saith the soul eternally doth live My soul ' mongst the Sarmatick shades shall stray And to the cruel ghosts ne'r find the way Yet let my ashes be put in an Urn So being dead I shall again return This lawful is the Theban being dead His loving sister saw him buried And let sweet powders round my bones be laid And so into some secret place convey'd Graving these Verses on a Marble stone In Letters to be read by every one I Ovid that did write of wanton Love Lye here my Verse my ' overthrow did prove Thou that hast been in Love and passest by Pray still that Ovids bones may softly lye This Epitaph shall suffice since my books be A far more lasting Monument to me Which though they hurt me yet shall raise my name And give their Authour everlasting fame Yet let thy love in Funoral gifts be shew'd And bring sweet Garland with thy tears be-dew'd Those ashes which the funeral fire shall leave Will in their Urn thy pious love perceive More would I write but that my voyce is spent Nor can my dry tongue speak what I invent Then take my last words to thee live in health Which though I send to thee I want my self ELEGIE IV. Ovid doth his friend advise A life of greatness to despise Since Thunder doth the hill assail While quiet peace lives in the vale MY always dearest friend but then most known When I by adverse Fortune was o're-thrown If thou wilt take the Counsel of a friend Live to thy self do not too high ascend Since Thunder from the highest Tower doth come Live to thy self and glittering titles shun For though the beams of greatness may us warm Yet greatest men have greatest power to harm The naked sail-yard sears no storms at all And greater sails more dangerous are then small The floating Cork upon the waves doth swim While heavy Lead doth sink the Net therein Of these things had some friend admonisht me Perhaps I had been still at Rome with thee While as a gentle wind did drive me on My boat through quiet streams did run along He that by chance doth fall upon the plain He falleth so that he may rise again But when Elpenor fron a high house fell His ghost went down to Pluto King of Hell Though Daedalus his wings did him sustain Yet falling Icarus gave the Sea his name Because that he flew high the other low While both of them their wings abroad did throw The man that unto solitude is bent Doth live most happy if he be content Eumenes of his Son was not deprived Until that he Achilles Horses guided And Phaethon had not dyed in the flame If that his Father could his will restrain Then fear thou still to take the higher way And in thy course draw in thy sails I pray Thou worthy art to live most fortunate And to enjoy a candid happy fate Thy gentle love deserves this praise of mine Since thou didst cleave to me in every time I saw how that thy grief for me was shown Even in thy looks most like unto my own I saw thy tears which on my face did fall And with my tears I drunk thy words withal Now to thy absent friend thou yield'st relief Thereby to lighten this my heavy grief Live thou unenvy'd honour crown thy end For thou art worthy of a noble friend And love thy Ovid's name which cannot be Banisht though Scythia now containeth me For me a land near to the Bear doth hold Whereas the earth is frozen up with cold Here Bosphorus and Tanais do remain And places which have scarcely any name Unhabitable cold doth dwell beyond For I am near unto the farthest land My Country and my wife are absent far And with them two all things that dearest are Yet though with them I cannot present be Within my fancy I their shape do see My house the City stand before my eies And all my actions in their place do rise My wif es dear Image doth it self present Which doth increase and lighten discontent Her absence grieveth me but then again My comfort is she constant doth remain And you my friends do cleave unto my breast Whose names I wish by me might be exprest But wary fear doth my desire restrain And you I think do even wish the same For though that heretofore you pleased were When as your names did in my Verse appear Yet now I le talk
bed by force Or pass away the day with some discourse Or that could feel his pulse when it did bear Or apply to him warm things to cherish heat Or close his eyes even swimming round with death And at his mouth receive his latest breath There were none for his ancient friend then were In thee O Rome from Pontus distant far His wife and Nephews were far off together His Daughter went not with her banish'd Father The Bessi and Coralli were in these parts And the skin-wearing Getes with stony hearts The Sarmate riding on his horse was there To comfort him with looks that dreadful were Yet when he was dead the Bessi-wept the Gete And stout Sarmatians did their faces bear Woods mountains beast a mourning day did keep And Isters pearly streams they say did weep Some say that frozen Pontus did begin To melt with tears that Sea-Nimphs shed for him Light Cupids with their mother Venus ran And with torches set the funeral pile on flame And while his body did consume and burn They put his ashes in a closed Urn And on his Tombe-stone these words graven were He that did teach the Art of Love lies here Then Venus with her white hand did bedew His grave whilst she sweet Nectar on him threw The Muses brought their Poet many a verse Which I am far unworthy to rehearse Julius Scaliger's Verses on Ovid wherein he maketh Ovid speak to Augustus I Would thy cruelty had in me begun Nor by murders steps to ruine me hadst come It my wanton youth did move thy discontent Thou mayst condemn thy self to banishment For such foul deeds thy private rooms do stain That men condemned ne're did act the same Could not my wit nor gentleness thee restrain Nor sweet tongue second to Apollo's Veine My strain hath made the ancient Poets soft And to the new the weight of things hath taught I then did lye when as I praised thee For this my banishment mas deserv'd by me Umbra Ovidii OR Ovids Ghost WHen I did live I got the wreath of Bayes From other Poets in my younger daies And soon my fame throug all the world was known While Ovid only was esteem'd at Rome But then at last as I did raise my fame By verse so from my verse my ruine came By an errour I great Caesar's wrath did move And then by writing of the Art of Love For which two faults by Caesar I was sent To the Pontick land to live in banishment I endeavour'd still to be repeal'd from hence But Caesar would not pardon my offence Thus seven years I in banishment did spend Until by death my sorrows had an end And then my soul to Charon's boat did go Who unto Ovid did much kindness show And row'd me straight to the Elisian fields Which unto happy souls such pleasure yields Where now I live and every day converse With ghosts of Lovers who my lines rehearse And for my sake sweet Garlands they compose Of Lillies mingled with the crimson Rose Which they do give me thereby to explain How lovers once did love sweet Ovids vein And now at last it joyes my ghost to see The world doth still preserve my memory And that my sorrows they translated have And have not buryed them within my grave For which my ghost unto the world gives thanks In these words writ on the Elysian banks Elegies themselves as much indebted know To us as Heroicks did to Virgil owe. ELEGIE I. In this Elegie at large Ovid gives his book a charge To see Rome and gives direction How with time to varie action MY little Book the City thou shalt see Woe 's me thy Master may not go with thee Go but undrest and seeing thou art mine Put on a habit like unto the time Be not clothed with the Hyacinths purple juyce Such colours are in mourning out of use Paint not thy Title with Vermillion dye To draw unto thee every gazing eye No oyle of Cedar to thy leave allow Nor weare white corners on thy sable blow Such Ornaments may happy books invest But be thou like unto my fortune drest Thy forehead with no pumice stone make fair But come thou forth with loose and ragged hair Nor shame those blots which on thy face appears For some many think they were made with my tears Go book salute the City in my name For on thy feet I will go back again And if by chance among the common crew Some mindful of me aske thee how I do Return this answer tell them that I live And that my God this life doth freely give But if they more do seek then silent be And speak not that should not be read in thee Then the angry Reader will repeat my fault While by the people I am guilty thought Defend me not though they my fault repeat An ill cause by defence is made more great Some thou shalt find will sigh cause I am gone And read these verse with wet cheeks alone Who often wishes Caesar would but please Some lighter punishment might his wrath appease And I do pray he may ne're wreched be That wishes Caesar should thus pity me But may his wishes come to pass that I At last may in my native Country dye But book I know thou shalt receive much blame And be thought inferiour unto Ovid's veine Yet every Judge the time and matter weighs The time considered thou deservest praise Smooth verses from a quiet mind do flow My ryhmes are over-cast with suddain woe Verses require much leisure and sweet ease But I am tost by windes and angry Seas Verses were never made in fear while I Do look each minute by the sword to dye So that an equal judge may well approve These lines of mine and read them with much love Had Homer been distress'd so many wayes It would his sharp discerning wit amaze Then book be careless of all idle fame For to displease thy Reader is no shame Since fortune hath not so kind to me been That â—hou their idle praise should so esteem When I was happy I did covet fame And had a great desire to get a name But now both verse and study I do hate Since they have brought me to this banisht state Yet go my book thee in my place I assigne And would to God I could not call thee mine Though as a stranger thou dost come to Rome Thou canst not to the people come unknown Hadst thou no title yet thy sable hew If thou deny me will thy authour shew Yet enter secretly least some disdain My verse which is not now esteem'd by fame And if by chance some when they hear me nam'd Do cast thee by out of their scornful hand Tell them that I do teach no Rules of Love That work was long since punish'd from above Perhaps thou dost imagine thou art sent To Caesar's Court which is not my intent Aspire not thou unto those seats Divine From whence the thunder did on me decline Though once the
Gods more favourable were Yet now their just deserved wrath I feare The fearful Dove once struck still after springs When she doth hear the Hawks large spreading wings And from the fold the Lamb dare never stray That from the Wolf hath gotten once away Nor would young Phaeton desire to drive His Fathers steeds if be were now alive So having felt great Joves devouring flame I am afraip I should be struck again He that was in the Grecian fleet before Will bend his sails from the Euboean shore And so my weather-beaten bark doth shun That place from whence the furious storm begun Therefore be wisely circumspect take heed It is enough if thee the people read While Icarus flew too high with waxen plumes The Icarian Seas from him their name assumes Yet it is hard to councel in this action Since time and place will give thee best direction For if thou see that Caesars wrath be spent And that his anger is to mildness bent Or if some Courtier thee to Caesar show And speake to him in thy behalf then go With lucky stars and bring me some relief To lighten this my heavy weight of grief For he by whom I did these wounds obtain Can like Achilles spear cure them again But take heed least thou do dis-favour find My hopes are small and fears perplex my mind Lest I another punishment obtain If thou do move his new-calm'd wrath again But when into my study thou dost get And there upon the little shelves art set There thou shalt see thy other brothers stand Brought all to life by one life-giving hand The rest are by their paper titles known Whose written names are on their fore-head shown Three other books thou shalt likewise discern Teaching loves Art which every one can learn But shun them and if thou bast so much breath Tell them that Oedipus was his fathers death And if thy parents words have power to move Love none of those although they teach to love Fifteen volumes of changed shapes there lies Which were of late snatch't from my obsequies Bid them among their changed shapes relate The sad change of my Fortune and estate For she 's unlike to what she was before Once happy now my fate I must deplore I have more precepts to give thee in charge But that my words thy staying would enlarge And should'st thou carry all my thoughts with thee A burthen to thy bearer thou would'st be 'T is far make hast while here I live alone Within a Land far distant from my home ELEGIE II. While fear of Shipwrack all amaze He to the Gods devoutly prayes Describes the tempest and his fear At last the Gods his prayers hear YE Gods of Seas for what remains but prayer Be pleas'd at last our beaten bark to spare Be not offended all for Caesars sake One God enrag'd some other pitty take Mars hated Troy Apollo did defend The Trojans and farr Venus was their is friend And though that Juno Turnus did respect Yet Venus did Aeneas still protect Though Neptune still Ulysses ruine sought Yet him Minerva unto barbour brought And though to them we far inferiour be One God displeas'd some power may pleased be But yet alas it is in vain to spake Since on my face the angry waves do break And now the southern winds so cruel are The will not let the Gods even hear my prayer But coupling mischiefs with their ruffling gales They take away my prayers and drive our sails The waves like mountains now are rowled on Which even seem to touch the starry Throne And by and by deep vallies do appear As if that hell it self dissolved were Nothing but air and water can I see And both of them do seem to threaten me Whiles divers winds their forces do display The sea is doubtful which he should obey For now the winds comes from the purple cast And so again it bloweth from the west Then Boreas flies out from the Northern Wain While Southern winds do beat him back again Our Pilot knew not whither he should steer Are fails him lost in his amazed fear Perish we must all hope of life is past And while I spake the angry billows flash'd Into my face and with their waves did fill My mouth while I continued praying still I know my wife at home doth now lament And grieve to thimk upon my banishment Yet knows she not how I am tossed here And little thinks she that I am so near Unto my death and were she here with me My grief for her a second death would be Now though I dye yet while that she is safe I shall survive in her my other half But now quick lightning breaketh through the Cloud And following Thunder roareth out aloud And now the waves upon the ship do beat Like bullets and as one wave doth retreat Another comes that doth exceed the rest And thus their fury is by turns exprest I fear not death yet I do grieve that I Should here by Shipwrack in this manner dye Happy is he whom sickness doth invade Whose body in the solid earth is lade And having made his will in his grave may rest Nor shall the fishes on his body feast And yet suppose my death deserved be Shall all the rest be punisht here for me O ye green Gods who do the Sea command Take off from us your heavy threatning hand And let me bear this wretched life of mine Unto that place which Caesar did assign If you desire with death to punish me My fault was Judg'd not worthy death to be Had Caesar meant to take my life away He need not use your help who all do sway For if that he do please my bloud to spill My life is but a tenure at his will But you whom I did never yet offend Have pity on me and to mercy bend For though you save me in this great distress Yet you shall see my ruine ne're the less And if the windes and seas did favour me I should no lest a banish'd man still be I am not greedy riches to obtain Nor do I plough the sea in hope of gain I go not to Athens where I once have been Or Asian towns which I have never seen Nor unto Alexandria do I go To see how Nilus seven streams do flow I wish a gentle wind which may so stand To bring me safe to the Sarmatian Land And though to the shoares of Pontus I am sent I now complain of tardie banishment And though to Tomos I am sent away Yet for a speedy passage I do pray Then if you love me calme the angry seas And gently guide our ship if so you please Or if you hate me bring me to that Land Where death even for my punishment may stand Then bear me hence you windes what do I here Or why doth Italy in sight appear Why stay you me who am by Caesar sent Unto the Pontick land to banishment Which I deserv'd nor dare I to defend That
fault which he so lately hath comdemn'd Yet if the Gods did know our secret thought There was no wicked meaning in my fault You know blind errour carried me away While folly did my harmless mind betray If to his house I ever bore good will And have obeyed Augustus pleasure still If I have prayed even in Augustus name If have prayed even for his happy reign And offer'd incense in Augustus name If such my mind then Gods from you I crave Some pitty or else make the sea my grave But stay me thinks the Clouds away are blown And the seas vanquish't rage is orecome For these same Gods which I before implor'd Those Gods which I conditionally implor'd Being ne're deceived do now their help afford ELEGIE III. When that unhappy hour was come That he must now depart from Rome He shews how his Wife and friends lament His then approaching banishment WHen I remember that same fatal night The last that I injoy'd the Gities sight Wherein I left each thing to me most dear Then from mine eyes there slideth down a tear For when the morning once drew near that I By Caesars sentence must leave Italy I had no mind to think upon the way My heavy heart did seek out all delay Servants nor yet companions did I chuse Nor coin nor cloathes which banisht men might use I stood amaz'd like one by thunder struck Who lives yet thinks that life hath him forsook But when this cloud of sorrow was ote blown And all my senses were more able grown I bad forewel to each sad friend by name For now of many there did few remain My Wife wept and me weeping did imbrace A shower of tears still raining on her face My daughter now was in the Affrick land Nor of my sad fate could she understand Through all my house deep groans and sighs I hear As if some funeral solemnized were My wife my children and my self were mourners And private grief did vent it self in corners If humble sorrows great examples brook Such was the face of things when Troy was took It was the deepest silence of the night And Luna in her chariot shined bright When looking on the Capitols high frame Which joyned was unto our house in vain You Gods quoth I whom these fair seats enfold And temples which I ne're shall more behold And all yee Gods of Rome whom I must leave I these my last tendred prayers do you receive Though wounded I the buckler use top late Let exile case me of the peoples hate Tell Caesar though I sin'd by ignorance There was no wickedness in my offence And as you know so let him know the same That so his wrath may be appeas'd again With larger prayers my wife did then beseech The Gods until that sobs cut off her speech Then falling down with flowing hair long spred She kist the hearth whereon the fire lay dead And to our penates pourd forth many a word Which for her husband now no help afford Now growing night did haste delay again And Arctos now had turn'd about her Wain And loath was I to leave my countries sight Yet this for exile was my sentenc'd night If any urged my haste I would reply Alass consider whither whence I flye And then my self with flattery would beguile And think no hour did limit my exile Thrice went I forth and thrice returning find Slow paces were indulgent to my mind Oâ—t having bid farwel I spake again And many parting kisses gave in vain Then looking back upon my children dear The same repeated charge I gave them there Why make we hast 't is just to seek delay Since I am sent from Rome to Scythia For I must leave my children house and wife Who while I live must lead a widdows life And you my loving friends that present be And were like Theseus faithful unto me Let us imbrace and use times little store Perhaps I never shall imbrace you more And then my words to action did give place While I each friend did lovingly imbrace But while I spake and tears bedew'd my eyes The fatal morning star began to rise My heart was so divided therewithal As if my limbs would from my body fall So Priam griev'd when he too late did find The Grecian Horse with armed men was lin'd Then sorrow was in one loud cry exprest And every one began to knock his breast And now my wife her arms about me cast And while I wept she spake these words at last Thou shalt not go alone for I will be Thy wife in banishment and follow thee In the same ship with thee I 'le go aboard And one land shall to us one life afford Thee unto exile Caesar's wrath commands Me love which love to me for Caesars stands This she repeats which she had spoke before And could not be perswaded to give o're Till at the last when I my hair had rent Forth like some living Funeral I went And after as I heard when night grew on Being mad with grief she threw her self along Upon the ground while as her hair now lies Soild in the dust and when that she did rise She did bewail her gods her self and all And on her husbands name did often call Grieving as much for this my late exile As if she saw me on the Funeral pile She wishes death her sorrows would relieve Yet then again for my sake she would live And may she live while I obey my fate And live to help me in this wretched state But now the keeper of the Beare was washt With waves which even to the Heavens fl sht While we the Ionian seas now ploughing were Fear made us bold even in the midst of fear Alass the winds the seas in black adorn And with the beating waves the sand grew warm When streight a Sea o're Poope and stern too came Washing those Gods were painted on the same And now the planks did groan the ropes did crack As if the ship lamented her own wrack Our masters paleness did confess his fear And knowing not what to do gives o're to stear And as a man unable to restrain A head-strong Horse doth slack the bridle rein So he let loose the sails unto the Seas Leaving the ship to drive on where it please And had not Aeolus other winds straight sent We had been driven back from whence we went Illyria being on our starboard hand We came in sight of the Italian Land Cease then you winds to drive us on that shore 'T is Caesars will we should go back no more Thus fearing that which I did much desire The leaping waves did to the decks aspire Spare me ye Gods of seas some mercy show Let it suffice that Caesar is my foe And let not death my weary soul invade If one already ruin'd may be sav'd ELEGIE IV. Unto his friend whose love be found Constant when his fortune frown'd And like a chimney hot to be In the winter of adversity O
thy crosses Weep for my fall to weep is some relief For chat doth case and carry out our grief And would thou couldst lament my death not life That so by death I might have left my Wife Then in my Country I had died and dead Thy tears upon my Corps had then been shed And thou hadst clos'd my eyes up with thy hand While looking unto Heaven they did stand In an ancient Tomb my ashes had been spread And had been buried where I first was bred Lastly I then had died without blame But now my banishment is to me a shame Yet wretched am I if thou blushest then When thou art call'd wife to a banisht man Wretched am I if thou that name decline Wretched am I if thou sham'st to be mine Where is that tâ—…e wherein thou took'st a pride In Ovids Name and to be Ovids bride Where is that time wherein these words you spake That you in being mine did pleasure take Like a good wife in me you did delight And love encreas'd my value in your sight And unto you so precious was I then That you preferred me before all men Then think it no disgrace that thou art nam'd My wife for which thou maist be griev'd not sham'd When rash Capaneus the wart did fall Evadne blusht not at his fault at all Though Jupiter did fire with fire suppress Yet Phaeton was beloved ne're the less And Semele did not lose old Cadmus love Because she perish'd by her sure to Jove Then since that I am strucken with Joves flame Let not a crimson blush thy fair check stain But with fresh courage rather mc defend That for a good wife I may thee commend Shew now thy vertue in adversity The way to glory through hard waies doth lie Who would talk of Hector had Troy happy been For vertue in adversity is seen Typhis Are fails when no waves are seen In health Apollo's are hath no esteem That vertus which before time lay conceal'd In trouble doth appear and is reveal'd My fortune gives thee scope to raise thy fame And by thy vertue to advance thy name Then use the time for these unhappy daies Do open a fair way for to get praise ELEGIE IV. We writes to his friend in his distress Whose name by signs he doth express O Friend though thou a Gentleman art born Yet thou by vertue dost thy birth adorn Thy Fathers courtesie shineth in thy mind And yet this courtesie is with courage joyn'd In thee thy Fathers Eloquence doth dwell Whom none could in the Roman Court excel Then since by signes I am enforc'd to name thee I hope for praising you you will hot blame me 'T is not my fault your gifts do it proclaim Be what you seem and I deserve no blame Besides my love in verse exprest I trust Shall not harme thee since Caesar is most just Our Countries Father and so mild that he Suffers his name within my verse to be Nor can he now forbid it if he would Caesar it publick and a common good Jupiter sometimes lets the Poets praise His acts that so their wits his deeds may raise Thy case by two examples good doth seem The one believ'd a God the other seen Or else I 'le take the fault and to it stand To say my Letter was not in thy hand Nor thus by writing have I newly err'd With whom by words I often have conferr'd Then friend lest thou be blam'd thou need'st not fear For it is I that must the envy bear For if you 'l not dissemble a known truth I lov'd your Father even from my youth And you know how he did approve my wit More than in my own judgement I thought fit And oftentimes he would speak of my verse And grace them while he did the same rehearse Nor do I give these fair words unto thee But to thy Father who first loved me Nor do I flatter since my lives acts past I can defend except it be the last And yet my fault no wicked crime can be If that my griefs be not unknown to thee It was an errour brought me to this state Then suffer me now to forget my fare Break not my wounds which yet scarce dosed are Since rest it self can hardly help my care And though to suffer justly lam thought There was no wicked purpose in my fault Which Caesar knowing suffer'd me to live Nor to another my goods did be give And this same banishment perhaps shall cease When length of time his anger shall appease And now I pray he would me hence remove If this request would not immodest prove To some more quiet banishment where I Might live far from the cruel enemy Ana such is Caesars clemency that he Would grant it if some askt this boon for me The shores of th' Euxine Sea do me contain Which heretofore the Axine they did name The seas are tossed with a blustring wind Nor can strange ships any safe harbour find And round about bloud-eating men do live Thus sea and land do equal terrour give Not far off stands that cursed Altar where All strangers to Diana offered were These bloudy kingdoms once King Thoas had Not envi'd nor desir'd they were so bad Here the fair Epigenia did devise To please her Goddess with this sacrifice Whither as soon as mad Orestes came Tormented with his own distracted brain And Phoceus with him his companion Who two in body were in mind but one To this sad Altar they were bound which stood Before a pair of gates imbru'd with bloud Yet in themselves no fear of death they had But one friend for the others death was sad The Priest with Faulthion drawn stood ready there With a course fillet bound about his hair But when she knew her Brothers voice she came And did embrace him that should have been slain And being glad she left the place and then She chang'd the rites which Dian did contemn Unto this farthest region I am come Which even Gods and men do likewise shun These barbarous rites near my country are maintain'd If a barbarous country may be Ovid's Land May those winds bear me back which took Orestes hence When Caesar is appeas'd for my offence ELEGIE V. His grief to his friend he doth reveal Whose name he on purpose doth conceal O Chiefest friend ' mongst those were lov'd of me The only sanctuary to my misery By whose sweet speech my soul reviv'd again As oyle pour'd in revives the watching flame Who didst not fear a faithful port to open And refuge to my ship with Thunder broken With whose revenues I supply'd should be If Caesar had took my own goods from me While violence of the time doth carry me Thy name 's almost slipt out of memory Yet thou dost know'r and touched with the flame Of praise dost wish thou mightst thy self proclaim If thou wouldst suffer it I thy name would give And make them that they should thy fame believe I fear my grateful verse should